Bye! Off for dinner :) Then, continue with the bloody assignments! (:
xoxolowelaine
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
My poor Blackberry :'(
On Saturday midnight, around 4AM, I woke up and headed to my toilet. Realized there was no toilet paper left, I refilled it and without noticing my phone is still inside my pocket! It slipped and dropped into the toilet bowl T.T
For minutes I refilled that stupid toilet roll, then I noticed my phone is 'enjoying' down there in the toilet bowl. DOWN SIAL!
That was before.
This was after =.= After all, my phone is out of service for a moment, so sorry, FB inbox me your number as I couldn't remember most of the contact numbers D: Except for my family's :) That will much appreciated! Til' then, I'm late :O gotta get going for the OFA event! Bye for now ;)
That was before.
This was after =.= After all, my phone is out of service for a moment, so sorry, FB inbox me your number as I couldn't remember most of the contact numbers D: Except for my family's :) That will much appreciated! Til' then, I'm late :O gotta get going for the OFA event! Bye for now ;)xoxolowelaine
Life full of guessing, that will never end.
Is a sudden far, a sudden close escape is the freedom you want?
Then I rather go back to the life of being alone.
Is a sudden cold, sudden hot warmth is your excuse?
Then I rather to have never been serious with you.
In this feeling, who is right or wrong? I already don't want to bother.
The more you care about someone, the more unguessable it is.
Unable to guess, whether lately, your silence is good or bad? And I don't want to ask too much.
Unable to guess (is it) getting along with each other is lonelier than breaking up?
Two person is just satisfied just to get through?
Unable to feel every touch. It's real. It's hot.
Think Twice
Don't think I can't feel there's something wrong
You've been the sweetest part of my life so long
I look in your eyes, there's a distant light
And you and I know there'll be a storm tonight
This is getting serious
Are you thinking 'bout you or us
Don't say what you're about to say
Look back before you leave my life
Be sure before you close that door
Before you roll those dice
Baby think twice
Baby think twice for the sake of our love, for the memory
For the fire and the faith that was you and me
Baby I know it ain't easy when your soul cries out for a higher ground
'Coz when you're halfway up, you're always halfway down
But baby this is serious
Are you thinking 'bout you or us
Baby this is serious
Are you thinking 'bout you or us
Don't do what you're about to do
My everything depends on you
And whatever it takes, I'll sacrifice
Before you roll those dice
Baby think twice
P/S: It's a song ;)
An Affirmation of Those Who Have Lost
An Affirmation of Those Who Have Lost
I believe there is no denying it: it hurts to lose.
It hurts to lose a cherished relationship with another,
or a significant part of one's own self.
It can hurt to lose that which has united one with the past,
or that which has beckoned one into the future.
It is painful to feel diminished or abandoned,
to be left behind or left alone.
Yet I believe there is more to losing than just the hurt and the pain.
For there are other experiences that loss can call forth.
I believe that courage often appears,
however quietly it is expressed,
however easily it goes unnoticed by others:
the courage to be strong enough to surrender,
the fortitude to be firm enough to be flexible.
the bravery to go where one has not gone before.
I believe a time of loss can be a time of learning unlike any other,
and that it can teach some of life's most valuable lessons:
In the act of losing, there is something to be found.
In the act of letting go, there is something to be grasped.
In the act of saying "good-bye," there is a "hello" to be heard.
For I believe that living with loss is about beginnings as well as
endings.
And grieving is a matter of life more than of death.
And growing is a matter of mind and heart and soul more than of body.
And loving is a matter of eternity more than of time.
Finally, I believe in the promising paradoxes of loss:
In the midst of darkness, there can come a great Light.
At the bottom of despair, there can appear a great Hope.
And deep within loneliness, there can dwell a great Love.
I believe these things because others have shown the way--
others who have lost and then have grown through their losing,
others who have suffered and then found new meaning.
So I know I am not alone:
I am accompanied, day after night, night after day.
I believe there is no denying it: it hurts to lose.
It hurts to lose a cherished relationship with another,
or a significant part of one's own self.
It can hurt to lose that which has united one with the past,
or that which has beckoned one into the future.
It is painful to feel diminished or abandoned,
to be left behind or left alone.
Yet I believe there is more to losing than just the hurt and the pain.
For there are other experiences that loss can call forth.
I believe that courage often appears,
however quietly it is expressed,
however easily it goes unnoticed by others:
the courage to be strong enough to surrender,
the fortitude to be firm enough to be flexible.
the bravery to go where one has not gone before.
I believe a time of loss can be a time of learning unlike any other,
and that it can teach some of life's most valuable lessons:
In the act of losing, there is something to be found.
In the act of letting go, there is something to be grasped.
In the act of saying "good-bye," there is a "hello" to be heard.
For I believe that living with loss is about beginnings as well as
endings.
And grieving is a matter of life more than of death.
And growing is a matter of mind and heart and soul more than of body.
And loving is a matter of eternity more than of time.
Finally, I believe in the promising paradoxes of loss:
In the midst of darkness, there can come a great Light.
At the bottom of despair, there can appear a great Hope.
And deep within loneliness, there can dwell a great Love.
I believe these things because others have shown the way--
others who have lost and then have grown through their losing,
others who have suffered and then found new meaning.
So I know I am not alone:
I am accompanied, day after night, night after day.
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